words from a mind that is only cracked.

The Boy That Sees

One who is like a lover, but with a little less respect for himself.
A 5'7 Disney prince in a trailer instead of a palace, his throne a twin sized mattress where he was conceived, and where he has slept since he was four.
The widest brown eyes, his hands crafted by Mother Nature herself, and the warmest laugh.
Warm enough to melt the frozen world surrounding him.
Wiser beyond his fifteen years than anyone should be.
Many his nights are spent cleaning vomit off the stairs at 7 pm on a goddamned Tuesday when his parents are too drunk to say "I love you son. Goodnight," before he goes up to his brother's room and sings him to sleep yet again so he won't wake up screaming again.
He listens to the heartbreak of the world through a pair of cheap broken earbuds with one side quieter than the other and closes his eyes.
Through it all, he's holding up a dozen other galaxies that aren't his own, hundreds of planets on his shoulders and he holds them up with a smile because he is a miracle.
He laughs and he dreams and he loves ev
en though he's seen the ugliest parts of the universe in the flesh. God himself could blind this boy and still, with his deep brown eyes turned milky white, he would see everything.

And still, he would smile.